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BY    PHAI\LES    Gf,   LELAN 


PHILADELPHIA: 

T.    B.    PETERSON    &    BROTHERS; 
306    CHESTNUT    STREET. 


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UNIVERSITY  OF 

CALIFORNIA. 


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BY    CHAI\_LES    G.  LELAND 


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PHILADELPHIA: 

T.    B.    PETERSON   &    BROTHERS^ 
306    CHESTNUT    STREET. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1869,  by 
CHARLES  G.  LELAND, 

in  tho  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States,  in  and 
for  the  Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania. 


RINGWALT  &  BROVTN,  PEE- 


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HANS  BREITMANN'S  PARTY,     .        .        .  .5 

BREITMANN  IN  BATTLE,       ....  7 

BREITMANN  IN   MARYLAND,      .                .  .  12 

BREITMANN  AS  A  BUMMMER,       ...  17 

BREITMANN   IN   KANSAS,  .       ' »  .      .        .  .22 

DIE     SCHCENE     WlTTWE,  .  .  .  .26 

BREITMANN   AND   THE   TURNERS,       .        .  .28 

BALLAD,          ......  81 

HANS  BREITMANN'S  CHRISTMAS,       .        .  .33 

SCHNITZERL'S  PHILOSOPEDE,      .        .        .  .41 

DER  FREISCHUETZ^         .  43 


si  milji  st{j0*na  tttnim  ti  pra,esJaitii  torpore  liekf a : 
atc  stfls  *st  mta  Utitsa  ntfoquc  reghrit  m  Per^o, 
uic  me  ^rgeb0  ipsum  meeque  illi  abslatfc  0cl«cbba, 
WIC  e^nnfndxs  aufncljfo  opfroque  ^escljcnha, 
it  jetiam  absiu00  liebros  ^f  tarmma  stribo/' 

Hapsodia  Andra,  Leipzig,  ITth  century. 


(4) 


,IBRARY 

UNIVERSITY  OF 

CALIFORNIA. 


Hans  Breitmann's  Party. 


HANS  BREITMANN  gife  a  barty, 
Dey  had  biano-blayin ; 
I  felled  in  lofe  mit  a  Merican  frail, 
Her  name  vas  Madilda  Yane. 
She  hat  haar  as  prown  ash  a  pretzel, 

Her  eyes  vas  himmel-plue, 
Und  ven  dey  looket  indo  mine, 
Dey  shplit  mine  heart  in  two. 

Hans  Breitmann  gife  a  barty, 

I  vent  dere  you'll  pe  pound. 
I  valtzet  mit  Madilda  Yane 

Und  vent  shpinnen  round  und  round. 
De  pootiest  Fraeulein  in  de  House, 

She  vayed  'pout  dwo  hoondred  "oound, 
Und  efery  dime  she  gife  a  shoomp 

She  make  de  vindows  sound. 

Hans  Breitmann  gife  a  barty, 

I  dells  you  it  cost  him  dear. 
Dey  rolled  in  more  ash  sefen  keeks 

Of  foost-rate  Lager  Beer. 
Und  venefer  dey  knocks  de  shpicket  in 

De  Deutschers  gifes  a  cheer. 
I  dinks  dat  so  vine  a  barty, 

Nefer  coom  to  a  het  dis  year. 
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Hans  Breitmann  gife  a  barty ; 

Dere  all  vas  Souse  und  Brouse, 
Yen  de  sooper  coined  in,  de  gompany 

Did  make  demselfs  to  house  ; 
Dey  ate  das  Brot  and  Gensy  broost, 

De  Bratwurst  and  Braten  fine, 
Und  vash  der  Abendessen  down 

Mit  four  parrels  of  Neckarwein. 

Hans  Breitmann  gife  a  barty 

We  all  cot  troonk  ash  bigs. 
I  poot  mine  mout  to  a  parrel  of  bier 

Und  emptied  it  oop  mit  a  schwigs. 
Und  denn  I  gissed  Madilda  Yane 

Und  she  shlog  me  on  de  kop, 
Und  de  gompany  fited  mit  daple-lecks 

Dill  de  coonshtable  made  oos  shtop. 

Hans  Breitmann  gife  a  barty — 

Where  ish  dat  barty  now  ! 
Where  ish  de  lofely  golden  cloud 

Dat  float  on  de  moundain's  prow  ? 
Where  ish  de  himmelstrahlende  Stern- 

De  shtar  of  de  shpirit's  light  ? 
All  goned  afay  mit  de  Lager  Beer — 

Afay  in  de  ewigkeit ! 


Breitmann  in  Battle. 

"  ft  unt  iapfu  aasfuljrm  JSirnfttm  *J  JUttrb  bigtram 
polttm  ^rjagcre  lobtwt." 


DEB  FADER  TOD  DEB  SON, 

I  dinks  I'll  go  a  fitin  —  outspoke  der  Breitemann, 
"  It's  eighdeen  hoonderd  fordy  eight  since  I  kits 
swordt  in  hand  ; 

Dese  fourdeen  years  mit  Hecker  all  roostin  I  haf  been, 
Boot    now    I    kicks   der    Teufel    oop    and    goes    for 
sailin  in." 

"If  you  go  land  out-ridin,"  said  Caspar  Pickletongue, 
"  Foost  ding  you  knows  you  cooms  across  some  repels 

prave  and  young, 
Away  down  Sout'  in   Tixey,   dey'll  split  you  like  a 

clam"— 
"  For   dat,"   spoke  out   der  Breitmann,  "  I  doos  not 

gare  one  tam  !" 

Who  der  Teufel  pe's  de  repels  und  vhere  dey  kits  deir 

sass, 
If  dey  make  a  run  on  Breitmann  he'll  soon  let  out  de 

gas; 

I'll  shplit  dem  like  kartoffels  :  I'll  slog  em  on  de  kop  ; 
I'll  set  de  plackguarts  roonin  so  dey  don't  know  vhere 

to  shtop." 

CO 


8 

Und  den  outshpoke  der  Breitmann,  mit  his  schlaeger  py 

his  side  : 
11  Forvarts,  my  pully  landsmen  !  it's  dime  to  run  und 

ride ; 

Will  riden,  will  fighten — der  Copitain  I'll  pe,  [rie  !" 
It's  sporn  und  horn  und  saddle  now— all  in  de  Cavall- 

Und  ash  dey  rode  troo  Winchester,  so  herrlich  to  pe 

seen, 

Dere  coomed  some  repel  cavallrie  a  riden  on  de  creen  ; 
Mit  a  sassy  repel  Dootchman — an  colonel  in  gommand  : 
Says  he,  "  Vot  Teufel  makes  you  here  in  dis  mein 

Fadcrland  ? 

"  You're  dressed  oop  like  a  shentleman  mit  your  plack- 

guard  Yankee  crew, 

You  mudsills  and  meganics  !  Der  Teufel  put  you  troo  ! 
Old  Yank  you  ought  to  shtay  at  home  und  dake  your 

liddle  horn, 
Mit  some  oldt  voomans  for  a  noorse" — der  Breitmann 

laugh  mit  shkorn. 

"  Und  should  I  trink  mein  lager-bier  und  roost  mine 
self  to  home  ?  [thoom  : 

Ife  got  too  many  dings  like  you  to  mash  beneat'  my 

In  many  a  fray  und  fierce  foray  dis  Deutschman  will  be 
feared  [hispeard." 

Pefore  he  stops  dis  vightin  trade — 'twas  dere  he  greyed 


"  I  pools  dat  peard  out  by  dc  roots — I  gifes  htm  sooch 
a  dwist  [tionist  ! 

Dill  all  dc    plood  roons  out,  you    tamned   old  Apoli- 

Your  crecnpacks  mit  your  swordt  und  watch  right  ofer 
you  moost  shell,  [h-11 !" 

Und  den  you  goes  to  Libby  straight — und  after  dat  to 

"  Mein  crcenpacks  und  mein  schlaeger,  I  kits  'em  in 
New  York,  [talk;" 

To  gife  dem  up  to  creenhorns,  young  man,  is  not  dc 

De  heroes  shtopped  deir  sassin'  here  und  grossed  deir 
sabres  dwice, 

Und  de  vay  dcsc  Deutschers  vent  to  vork  vos  von  pig 
ding  on  ice. 

Der  younger  fetch  de  older  such  a  gottallmachty  smack 
Der  Breitmann  dinks  he  really  hears  his  skool  go  shplit 

und  crack ; 
Der  repel  choomps  dwelfc  paces  back,  und  so  he  safe 

his  life  : 
Der   Breitmann   says:    "I   guess   dem   choomps   you 

learns  dem  of  your  vife." 

"If  I  should  learn  of  vomans  I  dinks  it  vere  a  shame, 
Bei  Gott  I  am  a  shentleman,  aristograt,  and  game. 
My  fader  vos  anoder — I  lose  him  fery  young — 
Ter  teufel  take  your  soul  !   Coom  on  !  I'll  split  your 
waggin'  tongue !" 


10 

A  Yankee  drick  der  Breitinann  dried — dat  oldt  gray- 
pearded  man—  [he  ran. 

For  ash  the  repel  raised  his  swordt,  beneat'  dat  swordt 

All  round t  der  shlini  yoong  repel's  waist  his  arms  oldt 
Breitinann  pound, 

Und  shlinged  him  down  oopon  his  pack  und  laidt  him 
on  der  ground. 

"  Who  rubs  against  olt  kittle-pots  may  keep  vitc— if  he 
can,  [man  ? 

Say  vot  you  dinks  of  vightin  now  mit  dis  old  shentle- 

Your  dime  is  oop;  you  got  to  die,  und  I  your  breest 
vill  pc  ; 

Pcliev'st  dou  in  Moral  Ideas  ?  If  so  I  lets  you  free." 

"  I  don't  know  nix  apout  Ideas — no    more  dan   pout 

Saint  Paul. 

Since  I  peen  down  in  Tixey  I  kits  no  books  at  all ; 
I'm   greener  ash    dc   clofer-grass ;    I'm   shtupid  as  a 

shpoon ; 
I'm  ignoranter  ash  dc  nigs— for  dey  takes  de  Tribune. 

"  Mein  fader's  name  vas  Breitrnann,  I  heard  mein  mut 
ter  say, 

She  read  de  bapcrs  dat  he  died  after  she  rooned  afay ; 
Dey  say  he    leaf  some  broperty— berhaps  'twas  all  a 

sell— 
If  I  could  lay  mein  hands  on  it  I  likes  it  mighty  well/' 


11 

"  Und  vas  dy  fader  Breitmann  ?  13tst  du  his  kit  und  kin  ? 
Denn  know  dat  ich  dcr  Breitmann  dein  lieber  Vater  bin?" 
Der  Breitmann  poolled  his  hand-shoe  off  und  shocked 

him  py  de  hand ; 
"•  Ve'll  hafe  some  trinks  on  strengt  of  dis — or  else  may 

I  pe  tam'd  !" 

"  Oh  !   fader,  how  I   slilog   your    kop,"   der  younger 

Breitmann  said ; 
"  I'd  den  dimes  sooner  had  it  coom  right  down  on  mine 

own  lieadt !" 
"  Oh,  never  mind — dat  soon  dry  oop — I  shticks  him  mit 

a  blaster ;  [der." 

If  I  had  sliplit  you  like  a  fish,  dat  vere  an  vorse  tisas- 

Dis  fight  did  last  all  afternoon — wold  to  de  fesper  tide, 
Und  droo  de  streeds  of  Vinchesder,  der  Breitmann  he 

did  ride.  [tory  ! 

Vot  years  der  Breitmann  on  his  hat  ?  De  ploorn  of  fic- 
Who's  dat  aridin'  py  his  side  ?  "  Dis  here's  mein  son/' 

says  he. 

How  stately  rode  der  Breitmann  oop  ! — how  lordly  he 
kit  down  ?  [prown  \ 

How  glorious  from  de  great  pokal  he  drink  de  bier  so 

But  der  Yunger  bick  der  parrel  oop  und  scliwig  him 
all  at  one.  [mein  son  !" 

"  Bei  Gott !  dat  settles  all  dis  dings — I  know  dou  art 


12 

Der  one  has  got  a  fader  ;  de  odcr  found  a  cbild. 

Bote  ride  oopon  one  war-path  now  in  pattlc  fierce  und 
wild. 

It  makes  so  glad  our  hearts  to  hear  dat  dey  did  so  suc 
ceed — 

Und  damit  hat  sein'  Ende  DES  JUNGEN  BREITMANN'S 
JJED. 


Breitmann  in  Maryland. 


DER  Breitmann  mit  his  gompany, 
Rode  out  in  Marylandt. 
"  Dere's  nichts  to  trink  in  dis  countrie; 
Mine  treat's  as  dry  as  sand. 
It's  light  canteen  und  haversack, 
It's  hoonger  mixed  mit  doorst; 
Und  if  we  had  some  lager-bier 
I'd  trink  oontil  I  boorst. 

Gling,  glang,  gloria  ! 
"We'd  trink  oontil  we  boorst. 


13 

"  Herr  Leut'nant,  take  a  dozen  men, 

Und  ride  dis  land  around  ! 
Hcrr  Feldwebel,  go  foragin' 

Dill  somedings  goot  is  found. 
Gotts-doonder !  men,  go  ploondcr! 

We  hafn't  tr inked  a  bit 
Dis  fourdeen  hours !  If  I  had  bier 

I'd  sauf  oontil  I  shplit ! 
Gling,  glang,  gloria  ! 

We'd  sauf  oontil  we  shplit !" 

At  mitternacht  a  horse's  hoofs 

Coom  rattlin'  troo  de  camp ; 
"  Rouse  dere  ! — coom  rouse  der  house  dere  ! 

Herr  Copitain — we  moost  tromp  ! 
De  scouds  have  found  a  repel  town, 

Mit  repel  davern  near, 
A  repel  keller  in  de  cround, 

Mit  repel  lager  bier !  I 
Gling,  glang,  gloria  ! 

All  fool  of  lager-bier  ! 

Gottsdonnerkreuzschockschwerenoth  ! 

How  Breitmann  brokcd  de  bush  ! 
"  0  let  me  see  dat  lager  bier  ! 

0  let  me  at  him  rush  ! 
Und  is  mein  sabre  sharp  und  true, 

Und  is  mein  war-horse  goot  ? 


14 

To  get  one  quart  of  lager  bier 
I'd  shpill  a  sea  of  ploot. 
Gling,  glang.  gloria  ! 
I'd  shpill  a  sea  of  ploot. 


"  Fuenf  hoondcrd  repels  hold  de  down, 

One  hoonderd  strong  arc  we  ; 
Who  gares  a  tarn  for  all  de  odds 

Wenn  men  so  dirsty  pe." 
And  in  dey  smashed  and  down  dcy  crashed, 

Like  dondcr-polts  dey  fly, 
Hush  fort  as  der  wild  yooger  cooms 

Mit  blitzen  troo  de  shky. 
Gling,  glang,  gloria  ! 

Like  blitzen  troo  dc  shky. 

How  Hewed  to  rite,  how  flewd  to  left 

De  moundains,  drees  unt  hedge  ; 
How  left  und  rite  de  yceger  corps 

"Went  donderin  troo  de  pridge. 
Und  splash  und  splosh  dey  ford  de  shtream 

Where  not  some  pridges  pe  : 
All  dripplin  in  de  moondlight  peam 

Stracks  went  de  cavallrie  ! 
Gling,  glang,  gloria  ! 

Der  Breitmann's  cavallrie. 


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Und  hoory,  lioory  on  dey  rote, 

Oonheedin  vet  or  try  ; 
Und  horse  und  rider  shnort  und  blowed, 

Und  shparklin  bepples  fly. 
llopp  !  ropp  !  I  slimell  de  barley-prcw  ! 

Derc's  somcdings  goot  isli  near. 
Ropp  !    Kopp  ! — I  scent  dc  knciperei ; 

We've  got  to  lager  bier  ! 
Cling,  glang  gloria  ! 

We've  got  to  lager  bier  ! 

Ilei !  how  de  carpinc  pullets  klinged 

Oopon  dc  helmets  hart  ! 
Oh,  Breitmann — how  dy  sabre  ringed; 

Du  alter  Knasterbart ! 
De  contrapands  dey  sing  for  choy 

To  sec  dc  rebs  go  down, 
Und  hear  der  Breitmaun  grimly  gry  : 

Hoorali ! — we've  dook  de  down. 
Gling,  glang,  gloria ! 
Victoria,  victoria  ! 

Dc  Dootch  have  dook  dc  down. 


Mid  shout  and  crash  and  sabre  flash, 

And  wild  husarcn  shout 
De  Dootchmen  boorst  dc  kcller  in; 

Unt  rolled  dc  lager  out ; 


16 

And  in  the  coorlin  powder  shmoke, 

While  shtill  de  pullets  sung. 
Dcre  shtood  dcr  Brcitmann,  axe  in  hand, 
A  knockin  out  dc  boong. 
Gling,  glang,  gloria! 
Victoria !  Encoria  ! 
De  shpicket  beats  de  boong. 

Gotts  !  vot  a  shpree  der  Breitmann  had 

While  yet  his  hand  was  red, 
A  trinkin  lager  from  his  poots 

Among  de  repel  tead. 
'Twas  dus  dey  went  at  mitternight 

Along  der  moundain  side  ; 
'Twas  dus  dey  help  make  history  ! 
Dis  was  der  Brcitmann's  ride. 
Gling,  glang,  gloria ; 
Victoria  !  Victoria  ! 
Cer'visia,  encoria  ? 
De  treadful  mitnight  ride 
Of  Breitmann's  wild  Frcischarlinger, 
All  famous,  broad,  und  wide. 


LIBRARY 

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Breitmann  as  a  Bummer. 


DER  Sheiieral  Sherman  holts  oop  on  his  coorse. 
He  shtops  at  de  gross-road  und  reins  in  his  horse. 
"Dere's  a  ford  on  de  rifer  dis  day  we  moost  dake, 
Or  elshe  de  grand  army  in  bieces  shall  preak  !" 
Ven  shoost  ash  dis  vord  from  his  lips  had  gone  bast, 

There  coomed  a  young  orterly  gallopin  fast, 
Who  gry  mit  amazement :  "  Here  Shen'ral !  Goot  Lord  ! 
Dat  bummer  der  Breitmann  ish  lioldin  der  ford!" 

Der  Shen'ral  he  ootered  no  hymn  und  no  psalm, 

But  opened  his  lips  und  he  priefly  say  "  D n  ! 

Dere  moost  hafe  been  viskey  on  dat  side  der  rifer ; 

To  get  it  dose  shaps  would  set  hell  in  a  shiver, 
But  now  dat  dey  hold  it,  ride  quick  to  deir  aid  : 

Ho  Sickles  !  move  promp'ly,  send  down  a  prigade 
Dat  Dootchman  moost  work  mighty  hard  mit  his  sword 

If  againsd  a  whole  army  he  holds  to  de  ford." 

Dey  spoored  on,  dey  hoory'd  on,  gallopin  shtraight, 

But  for  Breitmann  help  coomed  shust  a  liddle  too  late , 
For  ash  de  Lauwine  goes  smash  mit  her  pound, 

So  on  to  de  Bummers  de  repels  coom  down  : 
Heinrich  von  Schinkenstein's  lead  in  de  road, 

Dieterich  Hinkelbein's  flat  ash  a  toad  • 
Und  Sepperl — Tyroler — shpoke  nefer  a  vord, 

But  shoost  "Mutter  Gottes  /"—und  died  in  de  ford. 
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Itsch'l  of  Innspruck  ish  drilled  troo  de  hair, 

Einer  aus  Bocblingen — he  too  vash  dere — 
Karli  of  Karlisruh's  shot  near  de  fence, 

(His  horse  vash  o'erloadet  mit  toorkies  und  hens,) 
Und  dough  he  like  a  ravin  mad  cannibal  fought, 

Yet  der  Breitmann-der  capt'n-der  hero  vash  caught; 
Und  de  last  dings  ve  saw,  he  was  tied  mit  a  cord, 

For  de  repels  had  goppled  him  oop  at  de  ford. 

Dey  shtripped  off  his  goat  und  skyugled  his  poots, 

Dey  dressed  him  mit  rags  of  a  repel  recruits ; 
But  von  grey-haared  oldt  veller  shmiled  crimly  und  bet 

Dat  Breitman  vouldt  pe  a  pad  egg  for  dem,  yet. 
"  He  has  more  on  his  pipe  as  dem  vellers  allows ; 

He  has  cardts  yet  in  hand  und  das  Spiel  ist  nicht  aus, 
Dey '11  find  dat  dey  took  in  der  teufel  to  board, 

De  day  dey  pooled  Breitmann  well  ofer  de  ford." 

In  de  Bowery  each  bier-haus  mit  crape  vas  oop- done, 

Yen  dey  read  in  de  bapers  dat  Breitmann  vas  gone; 
Und  de  Dootch  all  cot  troonk  oopon  lager  und  wein, 

At  the  great  Trauer-fest  of  de  Toorner  Yerein 
Dere  vas  wein-en  mit  weinen  ven  beoples  did  dink 

Dat  Sherman's  great  Sherman  cood  nefermore  trink. 
Und  in  Yilliam  Shtreet  veepin  und  vailen  vas  hoor'd, 

Pecause  der  Hans  Breitmann  vas  lost  at  de  ford. 


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SECOND!    PAEDT. 


tJV  dulcejabilo  now  ve  all  sings, 
A-waivin  de  panners  like  avery  dings. 
De  preeze  troo  de  bine-drees  ish  cooler  und  salt, 
Und  der  Shen'ral  is  merry  venefer  ve  halt; 
Loosty  und  merry  he  schmells  at  de  preeze, 
Lustig  und  heiter  he  looks  troo  de  drees, 
Lustig  und  heiter  ash  veil  he  may  pe, 

For  Sherman,  at  last,  has  marched  down  to  the  sea  ! 

Dere's  a  gry  from  de  guart— dere's  a  clotter  und  dramp, 

Ven  dat  fery  same  orterly  rides  troo  de  camp, 
Who  report  on  de  ford.     Dere  ish  droples  and  awe 

In  de  face  of  de  youf '  apout  somedings  he  saw; 
Und  he  shpeak  me  in   Fraentsch,  like  he  always  do  : 
"  Look  !  [his  spook  ! 

Sagre  pleu  I  fentre   Tieu  ! — dere  ish  Breitmann — 
He  ish  goming  dis  way  !  Nom  de  garce  !  can  it  pe 

Dat  de  spooks  of  te  tead  men  coom  down  to  de  sea !" 

Und  ve  loohs,  und  ve  sees,  und  ve  tremples  mit  tread, 

For  risin'  all  swart  on  de  efenin  red 
Vas  Johannes — der  Breitmann — der  war  es,  bei  Gott ! 

Coom  ridin  to  oos-ward,  right  shtrait  to  de  shpot ! 
All  mouse-still  ve  shtood,  yet  mit  oop-shoompin  hearts, 

For  he  look  shoost  so  pig  ash  de  shiant  of  de  Hartz ; 
Und  I  heard  de  Sout  Deutschers  say  "Ave  Morie  ! 

Braise  Gott  all  goot  shpirids  py  land  und  py  sea !" 
(19) 


20 

Boot  Itzig  of  Frankfort  he  lift  oop  his  nose, 

Und  be-mark  dat  de  shpook  hat  peen  changin  his 

clothes, 
For  he  seemed  like  an  G-eneralissimus  drest 

In  a  vlamin  new  coat  and  magnificent  vest. 
Six  bistols  beschlagen  mit  silber  he  wore, 

Und  a  gold  mounted  swordt  like  an  Kaisar  he  bore, 
Und  ve  dinks  dat  de  ghosdt — or  votever  he  pe — 

Moost  hafe  proken  some  panks  on  his  vay  to  de  sea. 

"  Id  is  he  !"  "  Und  cr  lebt  nock  !  he  lifes,"  ve  all  say  : 

Der   Breitmann — Oldt   Breitmann  ! — Hans  Breit- 

mann  !  Ilerr  Je  !" 
Und  ve  roosh  to  emprace  him,  and  shtill  more  ve  find 

Dat  vherefer  he'd  peen,  he'd  left  noding  pehind. 
In  bote  of  his  poots  dere  vas  porte-moneys  crammed, 

Mit  creen-packs  stoof  full  all  his  haversack  jammed, 
In  his  bockets  cold  dollars  were  shinglin'  deir  doons 

Mit  two  doozen  votches  und  four  doozen  shpoons, 
Und  dwo  silber  tea-pods  for  niakin'  his  dea, 

Der  ghosdt  hafe  pring  mit  him,  en  route  to  de  sea. 

Mit  goot  sweed-botatoes,  und  doorkies,  und  rice, 
Ve  makes  him  a  sooper  of  avery  dings  nice. 

Und  de  bummers  hoont  roundt  apout,  alle  wle  ein, 
Dill  dey  findt  a  plantaschion  mit  parrels  of  wein. 


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Den  tVas  "  here's  to  you,  Breitmann  !  Alt  Schwcd' — 

List  zuruck  ? 
Yot  teufels  you  makes  since   dis  fourteen   nights 

week  ?" 

Und  ve  holds  von  shtupendous  und  derriple  shpree 
For  choy  dat  der  Breitmann  has  got  to  de  sea. 

But  in  fain  tid  ve  ashk  vhere  der  Breitmann  hat  peen, 
Vot  he  tid ;  vot  he  pass  troo — or  vot  he  might  seen  ? 

Vhere  he  kits  his  vine  horse,  or  who  gafe  him  dem 
woons, 

Und  how  Brovidencc  plessed  him  mit  tea-pods  und 
shpoons  ? 

For  to  all  of  dem  queeries  he  only  reblies 

"  If  you  dells  me  no  quesdions,  I  ashks  you  no  lies  !" 

So  'twas  glear  dat  some  derriple  mysh'dry  moost  pe 
Vhere  he  kits  all  dat  ploonder  he  prings  to  de  sea. 

Dere  ish  bapers  in  Richmond  dells  derriple  lies 

How  Sherman's  grand  armee  hafe  raise  deir  sooplies : 
For  ve  readt  in  Irindt  dat  der  Sheneral  Grant 

Say  de  bummers  hafe  only  shoost  dake  vat  dey  vant. 
But  'tis  vhispered  dat  vhile  a  refolfer'll  go  round 

Der  BREITMANN  vill  nefer  a  peggin'  be  found; 
Or  shtarvin'  ash  brisner — by  doonder  ! — not  he, 

Vhile  der  teufel  could  help  him  to  ged  to  de  sea. 


OP 

CALIFORNIA. 


Breitmann  in  Kansas. 

YONCE  oopon  a  dimes,  goot  virile  afder  der  war 
vas  ofer,  der  Herr  Breitmann  vent  oud  West, 
drafellin    apout    like    afery   dings  —  "  circuivit 
terram  ct  perainbulavit  cam,"  ash  der  Tyfel  said  ven 
dey  ask  him  :  "  how  vash  you  and  how  you  has  peen  ?" 
Von   efenings  he   vas   drafel   nrit  some   ladies  und 
shendlemans,  und  he  shtaid  incognitus,  Und  dey  singed 
songs,  dill  py  und  py  one  of  de  ladies  say  :    "  Ish  any 
podies  here  ash  know  de  crate  pallad  of  Hans  Breit- 
mann's  Barty  ?"     Den  Hans  say  :     "  Ecce   Gdllus  !  I 
am  dat  rooster  !"     Den  der  Hans  dook  a  trink  und  a 
let-bencil  und  a  biece  of  baper,  and  goes  indo  himself 
a  little  dimes  und  denn  coomes  out  again  mit  dis  boeni  : 
Hans  Breitmann  vent  to  Kansas  ; 

He  drafel  fast  und  far. 
He  rided  shoost  drei  dousand  miles 

All  in  von  rail-roat  car. 
He  knowed  foost  rate  how  far  he  goed  — 

He  gounted  all  de  vile. 
Dere  vash  shoost  one  bottle  of  champagne, 

Dat  bopped  at  efery  mile. 
Hans  Breitmann  vent  to  Kansas  ; 

I  dell  you  vot  my  poy. 
You  bet  dey  hat  a  pully  dimes 
In  crossin  Tllinoy. 
(22) 


23 


Dey  speaked  dere  speaks  to  all  dc  folk 

A  shtandin  in  de  car ; 
Den  ask  dem  in  to  dake  a  trink, 

Und  corned  em  ganz  und  gar. 

Hans  Breitmann  vent  to  Kansas  }} 
By  shings  !  dey  did  it  prown. 

Yen  he  cot  into  Leafenvort, 
He  found  himself  in  town. 

Dey  dined  him  at  de  Blanter's  House, 
More  goot  as  man  could  dink; 

Mit  avery  dings  on  eart  to  eat, 
Und  dwice  as  mooch  to  trink. 

Hans  Breitmann  vent  to  Kansas  ; 

He  vent  it  on  de  loud. 
At  Ellsvort,  in  de  prairie  land, 

He  foundt  a  pully  crowd. 
He  looked  for  bleedin'  Kansas, 

But  dat's  "  blayed  out,"  dey  say ; 
De  whisky  keg's  de  only  dings 

Dat's  bleedin'  der  to-day. 

Hans  Breitmann  vent  to  Kansas, 

To  see  vot  he  could  hear. 
He  foundt  soom  Deutschers  dat  cxisdt 

Py  makin7  lager  bier. 


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Says  he:  "  Wie  gehts  du  Alt  Gesell?" 

But  no  dings  could  be  heard ; 
Dey'd  growed  so  fat  in  Kansas 

Dat  dey  couldn't  speak  a  vord. 

Hans  Breitmann  vent  to  Kansas  ; 

Py  shings  !  I  dell  you  vot, 
Von  day  he  met  a  crisly  bear 

Dat  rooshed  him  down,  lei  Gott ! 
Boot  der  Breitmann  took  und  bind  der  bear, 

Und  bleased  him  fery  much— 
For  efery  vordt  der  crisly  growled 

Yas  goot  Bavarian  Dutch  ! 

Hans  Breitmann  vent  to  Kansas  ! 

By  donder  dat  is  so  ! 
He  ridet  out  upon  de  plains 

To  shase  de  boofalo. 
He  fired  his  rifle  at  the  bools, 

Und  gallop  troo  de  shmoke, 
Und  shoomp  de  canyons  shoost  as  if 

Der  tyfel  vas  a  choke  ! 

It's  hey  de  trail  to  Santa  Fc ; 

It's  ho  !  agross  de  plain. 
It's  lope  along  de  Denver  road, 

Until  we  toorn  again. 


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Und  de  railroad  dravel  after  us 

Apout  as  quick  as  we ; 
Dis  Kansas  ish  de  fastest  land 

Asa  efer  I  did  see. 

Hans  Breitmann  vent  to  Kansas  ; 

He  have  a  pully  dime ; 
Bu  'tvas  in  oldt  Missouri 

Dat  dey  rooshed  him  up  sublime. 
Dey  took  him  to  der  Bilot  Nob, 

Und  all  der  nobs  around ; 
Dey  spreed  him  und  dey  tea'd  him 

Dill  dey  roon  him  to  de  ground. 

Hans  Breitmann  vent  to  Kansas ; 

Troo  all  dis  earthly  land, 
A  vorkin  out  life's  mission  here 

Soobyectifly  und  grand. 
Some  beoblesh  runs  de  beautiful, 

Some  works  philosophic ; 
Der  Breitmann  solfe  de  infinide 

Ash  von  eternal  shpree  I 


OF 

^ALIFORAT 


Die  Schosne  Wittwe. 


(DE  POOTY  VIDDER.) 

Vot  de  Yankes  Chap  sung. 

AT  pooty  liddle  vidder 

Yot  we  dosh'nt  vish  to  name, 
Ish  still  leben  on  dat  liddle  shtreet, 

A-doin'  shuss  de  same. 
De  glerks  aroundt  de  gorners 

Somedimes  goes  round  to  zee 
How  die  tarlin  liddle  vitchy  ees, 

Und  ask  'er  how  she  pe. 
Dey  lofes  her  ver*  goot  liqurer, 

Dey  lofes  her  liddle  shtore; 
Dey  lofes  her  liddle  paby, 

But  dey  lofes  die  vidder  more. 
To  dalk  mit  dat  shveet  vidder, 

Yen  she  hands  das  lager  round, 
Yill  make  der  shap  dat  does  id 

Pe  happy,  ve'll  be  pound. 
Dat  ish  if  ve  can  veil  pelieve 

De  glerks  vat  drinks  das  peer, 
Who  goes  in  dere  for  noding  elshe, 

Put  simply  for  to  zee  her." 
(26) 


B  R  A  R  Y 

NIYERSITY  OF 

>RNIA. 

27 
How  der  Breitmann  cut  Mm  out. 


On  yea  I  know  die  wittwe, 
Mit  eyes  so  prite  und  proun ! 
She's  de  allerschoenste  wittwe 
Yot  live  in  dis  here  town. 
In  her  plack  silk  gown — mine  grashious 

All  puttoned  to  de  neck — 
Und  a  pooty  liddle  collar, 

Mitout  a  shpot  or  shpeck. 
Ho !  clear  de  drack  you  oder  fraus — 

Y.ou  cant  pegin  to  shine 
Ven  de  lofely  vidder  cooms  along — 

Dis  vidder  ash  ish  mine ! 
Ho !  clear  de  drack  you  Yankee  chaps, 

You  Englishers  und  sooch. 
You  cant  pegin  to  coot  me  out, 
Mit  out  you  dalks  in  Dootch. 
Ich  hab  die  schoene  wittwe 
Schon  lange  nit  gesehn, 
Ich  sah  sie  gestern  Abend 

"VYohl  bei  dem  Counter  stehn. 
Die  Wangen  rein  wie  Milch  und  Blut, 

Die  Augen  hell  und  klar. 
Ich  hab  sie  sechsmal  auch  gekusst — 
Potztausend  !  das  ist  wahr. 


CALIFORNIA 


Breitmann  and  the  Turners. 

HANS  BREITMANN  choined  de  Turners 
Novemper  in  de  fall, 
Und  dey  gifed  a  boostin'  bender 
All  in  de  Toorner  Hall. 
Dere  cooined  de  whole  Gesangverein 

Mit  der  Liederlich  Aepfel  Chor, 
Und  dey  blowed  on  de  drooms  und  stroomed 

on  de  fifes 
Till  dey  couldn't  refife  no  more. 

Hans  Breitmann  choined  de'Toorners, 

Dey  all  set  oop  some  shouts, 
Dey  took'd  him  into  deir  Toorner  Hall, 

Und  poots  him  a  course  of  shprouts, 
Dey  poots  him  on  de  barrell-hell  pars 

Und  shtands  him  oop  on  his  head, 
Und  dey  poomps  de  beer  mit  an  enchine  hose 

In  his  mout'  dill  he's  'pout  half  tead  ! 

Hans  Breitmann  choined  de  Toorners ; — 

Dey  make  shimnastig  dricks 
He  stoot  on  de  middle  of  de  floor, 

Und  put  oop  a  fifdy-six. 
Und  den  he  trows  it  to  de  roof, 

Und  schwig  off  a  tread  ful  trink  : 
De  veight  coom  toomple  pack  on  his  headt, 

Und  py  shinks  !  he  didn't  vink  ! 
-(28) 


29 


Hans  Breitmann  choined  de  Toorners : — 

Mein  Gott !  how  dey  drinked  und  shwore 
Dere  vas  Schwabians  und  Tyrolers, 

Und  Bavarians  by  de  score. 
Some  vellers  coomed  from  de  Rheinland, 

Und  Frankfort-on-de-Main; 
Boot  dere  vas  only  von  Sharman  dere, 

Und  lie  Vas  a  Holstein  Dane. 

Hans  Breitmann  choined  de  Toorners, 

Mit  a  Limpurg'  cheese  he  coom; 
Yen  he  open  de  box  it  schmell  so  loudt 

It  knock  de  musik  doomb. 
Ven  de  Deutschers  kit  de  flavor, 

It  coorl  de  haar  on  dere  head ; 
Boot  dere  vas  dwo  Amerigans  dere; 

Und,  py  tarn  !  it  kilt  dem  dead  ! 

Hans  Breitmann  choined  de  Toorners; 

De  ladies  coomed  in  to  see ; 
Dey  poot  dem  in  de  blace  for  de  gals, 

All  in  der  gal-lerie. 
Dey  ashk :  "  Yhere  ish  der  Breitmann  ?" 

And  dey  dremple  mit  awe  and  fear 
Ven  dey  see  him  schwingen  py  de  toes, 

A  trinken  lager  bier. 


30 

Hans  Breitmann  choined  de  Toorners : — 

I  dells  you  vot  py  tarn ! 
Dey  sings  de  great  Urbummellied  : 

De  holy  Sharman  psalm. 
Und  ven  dey  kits  to  de  gorus 

You  ought  to  hear  dem  dramp  ! 
It  scared  der  Teufel  down  below 

To  hear  de  Dootchmen  stamp. 

Hans  Breitmann  choined  de  Toorners : — 

By  Donner  !  it  vas  grand, 
Vhen  de  whole  of  dem  goes  a  valkin' 

Und  dancin'  on  dere  hand, 
Mit  de  veet  all  wavin'  in  de  air, 

Gottstausend  !  vot  a  dricks  ! 
Dill  der  Breitmann  fall  und  dey  all  go  down 

Shoost  like  a  row  of  bricks. 

Hans  Breitmann  choined  de  Toorners, 

Dey  lay  dere  in  a  heap, 
And  slept  dill  de  early  sonnen  shine 

Come  in  at  de  window  creep ; 
And  de  preeze  it  vake  dem  from  deir  dream, 

And  dey  go  to  kit  deir  feed  : 
Here  hat'  dis  song  an  Ende — 

Das  ist  DES  BREITMANNSLIED. 


D 


Ballad. 


ER  noble  Eitter  Hugo 

Yon  Schwillensaufenstein, 
Rode  out  mit  shpeer  and  helmet, 
Und  lie  coom  to  dc  panks  of  de  Rhine. 


Und  oop  dere  rose  a  meer  maid, 
Yot  hadn't  got  nodings  on, 

Und  she  say,  "  Oh,  Bitter  Hugo, 
Yhere  you  goes  mit  yourself  alone  ?" 

And  he  says,  "  I  rides  in  de  creenwood 
Mit  helmet  und  mit  shpeer, 

Till  I  cooms  into  em  Gasthaus, 
Und  dere  I  trinks  some  beer." 

Und  den  outshpoke  de  maiden 
Yot  hadn't  got  nodings  on  : 
"  I  tont  dink  mooch  oi  beoplesh 
Dat  goes  mit  demselfs  alone. 

"  You'd  petter  coom  down  in  de  wasser, 

Yere  deres  heaps  of  dings  to  see, 
Und  hafe  a  shplendid  tinner 
Und  drafel  along  mit  me. 
31) 


32 

"  Dere  you  sees  de  fisch  a  schwimmin, 

Und  you  catches  dem  efery  one  :" — 
So  sang  dis  wasser  maiden 
Vot  hadn't  got  nodings  on. 

"  Dere  ish  drunks  all  full  mit  money 

In  ships  dat  vent  down  of  old; 
Und  you  helpsh  yourself,  by  dunder  ! 
To  shimmerin  crowns  of  gold. 

"  Shoost  look  at  dese  shpoons  und  vatches! 

Shoost  see  dese  diamant  rings  ! 
Coom  down  und  full  your  bockets, 
Und  I'll  giss  you  like  avery  dings. 

u  Vot  you  vantsh  mit  your  schnapps  und  lager? 

Coom  down  into  der  Rhine  ! 
Der  ish  pottles  der  Kaiser  Charlemagne 
Vonce  filled  mit  gold-red  wine !" 

Dat  fetched  him — he  shtood  all  shpell  pound; 

She  pooled  his  coat-tails  down, 
She  drawed  him  oonder  der  wasser, 

De  maidens  mit  nodipgs  on. 


L  I  B  R 


CALIFORNIA. 


Hans  Breitmann's  Christmas. 


metus,  nee  labores, 
Nulla,  cura,y  nee  dolores, 
Sint  in  hoc 


"Hsec  est  ilia  bona  dies 
Et  vocata  Iseta  quies 
Vina  sitientibus. 
[De  Generibus  Ebriosorum,  Francoforti  ad  Moenum,  A.  D.  1565.] 

ID  vas  on  Weihnachtsabend — vot  Ghristmas  Efe  dey 
call— 
Der  Breitmann  mit  his  Breitmen  tid  rent  de  Musik 

Hall; 
Ash  de  Breitmen  und  die  vomen  who  were  in  de  Lie- 

derkranz 

Vouldt  plend  deir  souls  in  harmonic  to  have  a  bleasin 
tantz. 

Dey  reefed  de  Hall  'mid  pushes  so  nople  to  be  seen, 
Aroundt  Beethoven's  buster  dey  on-did  a  garlandt  creen; 
De  laties  vork  like  tyfels  two  days  to  scroob  de  vloor, 
Und  hanged  a  crate  serenity  mit  Willkomm !  oop  de  toor ! 

Und  vhile  dere  vas  a  Schwein-blatt  whose  redakteur  tid 

say  : 

Dat  Breitmann  he  vas  liederlich  vet  antworded  dis-away, 
Ve  maked  anoder  serenity  mid  ledders  plue  und  red  : 
"  Our  Leader  lick  de  repels  !  N.  G-."  (enof  gesaid.) 

Und  anoder  serene  dransparency  ve  make  de  veller 

baint, 
Boot  de  vay  he  potch  und  vertyfeled  it  vas  enof  to 

shvear  a  saint, 

(33) 


34 

For  ve  vanted  La  Germania — boot  dcr  ardist  mit  a 

bloonder 
Vent  und  vlorishcd  Lager  agross  id — und  denn  poot 

Mania  oonder  ! 

Und  as  Ghristmas  Efe  was  gekommen  de  beoples  weren 

im  Hall, 
I  shvears  you  id  vas  Gott-full — dat  sliplendit,  pe-glo- 

riedball? 
Ve  hat  foon  wic  der  Teufel  in  Frankreich — we  coot  oop 

like  ter  tyfel  in  France, 
Und  valk  pair-wise  in,  while  de  musik  blayed  loudt  de 

Fackel-Tanz. 

But  ven  de  valtz  shtrike  oopwart  we  most  went  out  of  fits, 
Ash  der  Breitmann  led  off  on  a  dwister  mid  de  lofely 

Ilelmina  Schmitz. 
He  valtz  shoost  like  he  vas  shtandin  shtill,  mit  a  peau- 

di ful  solemn  shmile, 
Und  'Mina  say  he  uafer  shtop  poussiren  allaweil. 

"  Es  toent,  es  rauschet  Saitenklang — I  hear  de  musik 

call 
Den  kerzenhellen   Saal  entlang — all  troo  de  gleamin 

Hall, 
0  moccht  ich  schweben  stolz  und  froh — 0  mighdt  I 

efer  pe 
Mit  dir  durchs  ganze  Leben  so ! — my  Lebenlang  by  dee." 


35 

Und  faster  play  de  musik  de  Wellen  und  Wogcn  von 

Strauss ; 
Und  some  drop  into  de  tantzen  und  some  of  dem  drop 

aus; 

Und  soon  like  a  shtorrn  in  de  Meere  I  feel  de  reelin  vloor, 
So  de  shpinners  shtop  mit  de  shpinsters,  for  dey  couldn't 

shpin  no  more. 

Now  weren  ve  all  frolic,  und  lauter  guter  ding, 
Und  dirsty  ash   a  broosh-pinder-- ven  ve  hear  some 

gloesses  ring; 
Foorst  mild  und  sonft  in  de  distants— like  de  song  of  a 

nightingoll, 
Den  a  ringin  und  rottlin  und  clotterin — ash  de  Gluck 

of  Edenhall  ? 
Hei !  how  we  roosh  on  de  liquor  !— hei !  how  de  kell- 

ners  coom  ! 
Hei !  how  we  busted  de  bier  kegs  und  poonished  de 

Punsch  a  la  Rhum, 
Like  lonely  wafes  at  mitternight  oopon  some  shiant 

shore ; 

Like  an  awful  shtorm  in  de  Wselder— was  de  dirsty 
Deutschers'  roar  ! 

I  pyed  some  carts  for  a  dime  abiece— I  pyed  shoost 

fifdy-dwo. 
Dey  were  goot  for  bier,  or  schnapps,  or  wein— py  don- 

der  how  dey  flew! 


36 

I  ring  de  deck  on  de  vaiters  for  liquor  hot  und  cool, 
Und  avery  dime  I  blays  a  cart,  py  shings,  I  rake  de 
pool ! 

Und  ash  ve  trinked  so  comforble,  like  boogs  in  any  roog, 
De  trompets  blowed  tan  da  ra  dei,  und  dere  coom  in  a 

Maskenzug, 

A  peaudiful  brocession,  soul-raisin  und  sooplime, 
De  marmorbilds  of  de  heroes  of  de  early  Sherman  dime. 

Dere  vent  der  gross  Arminius,  mit  his  frau  Thusnelda, 

too, 
De  vellers  ash  lam  de  Romans  dill  dey  roon  mit  noses 

plue, 
Den  vollowed  Quinctilius  Varus,  who  carry  a  Roman 

yoke, 
Und   arm-in-arm  mit  Gambrinus  come  der  Allemane 

Chroc. 

Der  alte  Friedrich  Rothbart,  und  Kaiser  Karl  der  crate, 
Mit  Roland  und  Uliverus  yen  shveepin  on  in  shtate  ; 
Und  Conradin  whose  s-ad-full  deat'  shtill  makes  our 

heartsen  pleed, 
Und  all  of  dem  oldt  vellers  aus  dem  Niblungen  Lied. 

Und  as  dey  mofed  on,  der  Breitmann  maked  a  tyfeled 

shplendid  witz 
In  anti-word  to  dis   quesdion   from  de  lofely  ;Mina 

Schmitz : 


"  Vy  ish  id  dey  always  makes  in  shtone  dem  vellers  so 
andiquatet  ?" 

"Vy — dey  set  in  de  laps  of  Ages  dill  dey  got  lapi 
dated  V 

Und  shoost  ash  de  last  of  dis  hisdory  hat  fonished  troo 

de  toor, 
Ye  heardt  a  ge-screech,  und  Pelz  Nickel  coom  howlin 

on  de  vloor ; 
Den  de  laties  yell  like  der  tyfel,  und  vly  like  gulls  mit 

vings, 
Und  der  Peltz  Nickel   lick  em  mit  svitches   und  ve 

laughed  like  averydings. 

I  nefer  hafe  sooch  laughen  before  dat  I  was  geborn, 
Und  Pelz  Nickel  ven  'twas  ober  he  blow  on  a  yseger  horn 
Und  denounce  do  all  de  beople  gesembled  in  de  hall : 
Dat  a  Ghristmas  dree  vas  vaiten  mit  bresents  for  oos  all ! 

So  ve  vollowed  him  into  do  zimmer  so  quick  ash  dese 

vords  he  said, 

To  kit  dem  peaudiful  bresents,  all  gratis  und  on  de  dead, 
Und  in  facdt  a  shplendid  Weihnachtsbaum  mid   lighds 

ve  druly  found, 
Und  liddel  kifts  dat  ge-kostet  a  benny  abieceall  round! 

Dere  vas  Rika  Stange  die  Dessauerinn — a  maedchen 

shtraigdt  und  tall, 
She  got  a  bicture  of  Cupid — boot  she  didn't  see  it  at  all 


Dill  der  Breitmann  say  mit  his  shplendid  shtyle  dat  all 

de  laties  dake : 
"  Dat  pend  of  de  bow  is  de  Grecian  pend  dat  you  so 

ofden  make !" 

Anoder  scharmante  laty,  Maria  Top,  did  got 
A  schwingin  mid  a  ribbon,  a  liddle  benny  pot; 
Boot  Breitmann  hafe  id  de  roughest  of  any  oder  mans? 
For  he  kit  a  yellow  gratle  mit  a  liddle  wooden  Hans. 

Den  next  Beethoven's  Sinfonie,  die  orkester  did  blay  ; 
Adagio — allegro — andante  cantabile. 
We  sat  in  shtill  commotion  so  dat  a  bin  mighdt  drops, 
Und  de   deers  roon  town  der  Breitmann's  shocks  mit- 
whiles  he  was  trinkin  schnapps. 

Next  dings  ve  had  de  Weinnachtstraum  gesung  by  de 

Liederkranz. 
Denn  I  trinkcd  dwelf  schoppens  of  glee  wine  to  sed  me 

oop  for  a  tanz  ; 
Dis  dimes  I  tanz  wie  der  Tyfel — we  shriek  de  volk  on 

de  vloor ; 
Und  boost  right  indo  de  sooper  room — for  ve  tanzt  a 

hole  troo  do  door  ! 

Denn  'twas  rowdy  tow  und  hop-sossa,  ve  hollered,  Mann 

und  Wcib } 
"Rip  Sam  und  sed   her  oop  acain  ! — ve're  all  of  de 

Shackdaw  tribe  !" 


30 

Venn  Pelz  Nickel  blow  liis  trump  once  more,  und  peg 

peg  oos  to  shtop  our  din, 
Und    troo   de   open   toor    dere    corned    nine    denpins 

marchin  in. 

Nine  vellers  tressed  like  denpins — dey  goed  to  der  end' 
der  hall, 

Und  dwo  Hans  Wurst,  shack-puddin  glowns — dey  rolled 
at  em  mit  a  pall. 

De  palls  vas  painted  peaudiful ;  dey  vas  vifdeen  feet 
aroundt; 

Und  de  rule  of  de  came  :  whoefer  cot  hidt  moost  doom- 
pie  on  de  croundt. 

Somedimes   dey  hit  de  denpins — somedimes   de   oder 

volk— 

Und  pooty  soon  de  gompany  was  all  laid  out  in  shokc  ; 
Boot  I  tells  you  vot  it  makes  oos  laugh  dill  ve  py  nearly 

shplits, 
Yen  der  Breitmann  he  roll  ofer  and  drip  up  do  Mina 

Schmitz. 

Dis  lets  itself  in  Sherman  pe  foost-rade  word-blaycd  on, 
Und  mongst  oos  be  giftet  vellers  you  pet  dat  it  vas  tone! 
How  der  Breitmann  mighdt  drafel  as  bridenfan  on  de 

roadt  dat  ish  Ireit  and  lirumm', 
Here  de  drumpets  soundt,  and  pair-wise  ve  good  for  de 

sooper  room. 


40 

Ve  goed  for  ge-roasted  Welsh-hens,  ve    goed  for  ge- 

spickter  hare, 

Ve  goed  for  kartoffel  salade  mit  butter  brod — Kaviar; 
Ve  roosh  at  de  lordtly  sauer-kraut  und  de  wurst  vich 

lofely  shine, 
Und  oh  mein  G-ott  in  Kimmel  !  how  we  goed  for  de 

Mosel-wein  ! 

Und  troonker  more,  und  troonker  yet,  und  troonker  shtill 

got  ve, 

In  rosy  lighdt  shtill  drivin  on  agross  a  fairy  see ; 
Den  madder,  wilder,  frantic-er  I  proked  a  salat  dish  ! 
Und  shoost  like  roarin  elefants  ve  tanzt  aroundt  de  tish. 

I'fe  shvimmed  in  heafenly  troonks  pefore — boot  nefer 

von  like  dis, 

De  morgen-het-ache  only  seemt  a  bortion  of  de  bliss. 
De  while  in  trilling  peauty  roundt  like  heafenly  vind- 

harps  rang 
A  goosh  of  golden   melodic  —  de  Rhineweinbechers 

Klang. 

De  melfcin   minnesingers    song — a    droonk  of  honeyd 

rhyme — 

De  b'wildrin-dipsy  Bardic  shants  of  Teutoburgic  dime, 
Back  to  de  runic  dim  Valhall  und   Balder's  foamin 

mead ; 
Here  ents  in  heller  glorie  schein  des  Breitmann's 

"VVeihnachtslied  ! 


Schnitzerl's  Philosopede. 

HERR  SCHNITZERL  make  a  pliilosopcde, 
Yon  of  de  pullyest  kind  • 
It  vent  mitout  a  vheel  in  front, 
And  hadn't  none  pehind. 
Von  vheel  vas  in  de  mittel,  dough, 

And  it  vent  as  sure  as  ecks, 
For  he  shtraddled  on  de  axle  dree 
Mit  de  vheel  petwecn  his  leeks. 

Und  ven  he  vant  to  shtart  id  off 

He  paddlet  mit  his  veet, 
Und  soon  he  cot  to  go  so  vast 

Dat  avery  dings  he  peat. 
He  run  her  out  on  Broader  shtreed, 

He  shkeeted  like  der  vind, 
Hei !  how  he  bassed  de  vancy  crabs. 

And  lef  dem  all  pehind  ! 

De  vellers  mit  de  trottin  nags 

Pooled  oop  to  see  him  bassj 
De  Deutschers  all  erstaunished  saidt : 

"  Potztausend  !      Was  ist  das  ?" 
Boot  vaster  shtill  der  Schnitzerl  flowed 

On — mit  a  gashtly  smile ; 
He  tidn't  tooch  de  dirt,  py  shings  ! 

Not  vonce  in  half  a  mile. 
(41) 


Oh,  vot  ish  all  dis  eartly  pliss  ? 

Oh,  vot  ish  man's  soocksess  ? 
Oh,  vot  ish  various  kinds  of  dings  ? 

Und  vot  ish  hobbiness  ? 
Ve  find  a  punk-node  in  de  shtreedt, 

Next  dings  der  pank  is  preak ; 
Ve  foils,  und  knocks  our  outsides  in, 

Yen  ve  a  ten  shtrike  make. 

So  vas  it  mit  der  Schnitzerlein 

On  his  philosopede. 
His  feet  both  shlipped  outsideward  shoost 

Yhen  at  his  extra  shpeed. 
He  felled  oopon  der  vheel  of  course; 

De  vheel  like  blitzen  flew  : 
Und  Schnitzerl  he  vas  schnitz  in  vact 

For  id  shlished  him  grod  in  two. 

Und  as  for  his  philosopede, 

Id  cot  so  shkared,  men  say, 
It  pounded  onward  till  it  vent 

Ganz  teufelwards  afay. 
Boot  vhere  ish  now  de  Schnitzerl's  soul? 

Yhere  dos  his  shbirit  pide  ? 
In  Hiininel  troo  de  entless  plue, 

It  takes  a  medeor  ride. 


Der  Freischuetz. 


WIE  geht's  my  frients — if  you'll  allow, 
I  sings  you  rite  avay  slioosfc  now 
Some  dretful  shdories  vitcli  dey  calls 
DER  FREYSCHUETZ  ;  or,  de  Magic  Balls. 

Wolil  in  Bohemian  land  it  cooms, 
Where  folks  trinks  prandy  mate  of  plums ; 
Dere  lifed  ein  Yager — Maxerl  Schmit, 
"Who  shot  mit  goons  and  nefer  hit. 

Ilnd  dere  vas  one  old  Yager,  who 
Says,  "  Maxerl,  dis  vill  nefer  do ; 
If  you  should  miss  on  trial  day, 
Dere'l  pe  de  tyfel  den  to  pay. 

"  If  you  do  miss,  you  shtupid  goose, 
Dere'l  pe  de  donnerwetter  loose; 
For  you  shant  have  mine  taughter's  hand, 
Nor  pe  de  Hertshog's  yagersmann." 

It  coomed  pefore  de  day  was  set, 
Dat  all  de  chaps  togeder  met, 
Und  Maxerl  fired  his  bix  and  missed, 
Und  all  de  gals  cot  round  and  hissed. 
(43) 


44 

Dey  laughed  pefore,  and  hissed  pehind ; 
Put  one  chap,  Kaspar,  set :  "  tont  mind ! 
I  dells  you  what,  you  stuns  'em  alls, 
If  yoost  you  shoot  mit  magic  palls." 

"  De  magic  palls — oh  vot  is  dat !" 
"I  got  dem  in  mine  hoontin  hat ; 
De're  plack  as  kohl  und  shoot  so  true, 
Oh  dems  de  sort  of  palls  for  you. 

"  You  see  dat  eagle  flyin  high, 
Ein  hoondred  miles  up  in  de  sky? 
Shoot  at  dat  eagle  mit  your  bix, 
You  kills  him  dead  as  doonderblix." 

"  I  tont  pelieve  de  dings  you  say." 
"  You'  fool,"  says  Kass,  "den  plaze  avay !" 
He  plazed  avay,  ven  sure  as  blood, 
Down  coomed  de  eagle  in  de  mud. 

"  0  was  ist  das  ?"  said  Maxerl  Schmit, 
"  Vy — dat's  de  eagle  vat  you  hit. 
You  kills  um  vhen  you  plaze  avay ; 
But  dat's  a  ting  you  nix  ferstay. 

"  Und  you  moost  go  to  make  dem  balls 
To  de  Wolf's  Glen  ven  mitnight  falls  • 
Dow  knowst  de  shpot? — alone  and  late" — 
"  0  ja — I  knows  him  ganz  foost-rate." 


45 


"  But  derm  I  does  not  likes  to  go 

Among  dem  dings."     Says  Kass,  "Ach  sho ! 

I'll  help  you  fix  dem  tyfel  chaps; 

Like  a  goot  fellow — take  some  schnapps  ! 

"(HilfZamiel!  hilf!) — Here,  trink  some  more !" 
Den  Kass  vent  shtomping  roundt  de  floor, 
Und  coomed  his  hoomboogs  ofer  Schrnit, 
Till  Max  said  "Nun — ich  gelie  mil !" 

All  in  de  finster  mitternockt, 
When  oder  folks  in  shleep  vas  locked, 
Down  in  de  Wolfsscliliicht  Kass  did  try 
His  tyfel-strikes  und  hexerei. 

Mit  skools  and  pones  he  made  a  ring, 
De  howls  and  spooks  pegin  to  sing; 
Und  all  de  tyfels  oonter  ground 
Coome  breaking  loose  and  rushin  round. 

Den  Maxerl  cooms  along ;  says  he, 
"  Mein  Gott !  what  dings  is  dis  I  see  ! 
I  dinks  de  fery  tyfel  und  all 
Moost  help  to  make  dem  magic  pall. 

"  I  vish  dat  I  had  nix  cum  rous, 
Und  shtaid  mineself  in  bett  to  house/' 
"Hilf  Zamiel!"  cried  Kass,  "you  whelp  ! 
You  red  Dootch  tyfel — coom  und  help  !" 


46 


Den  up  dere  coomed  a  tredful  shtorm, 
De  todtengrips  aroundt  did  schwarm ; 
De  howl  joomped  oop  und  flapt  his  vings, 
Und  turned  his  het  like  averydings. 

Up  troo  de  groundt  here  coomed  a  pot, 
Mit  leadt  und  dings  to  make  de  shot; 
Und  hcellisch  fire  in  crimson  plaze, 
Und  awful  schmells  like  Schweitzer  kses'. 

Across  de  scene  a  pine  shtick  flew, 
Mit  seferal  jail-pirds  fastent  to, 
Six  treadful  jail-birds,  mit  deir  vings 
Tied  to  de  shticks  mit  magic  shtrings. 

All  troo  de  air,  all  in  a  row, 
Die  wilde  Jagd  was  seen  to  go ; 
De  hounts  und  deer  all  made  of  pone, 
Und  hoonted  by  a  skilleton. 

Dere  coomed  de  dretful  shpectre  pig 
Who  shpitten  fire,  away  did  dig; 
Und  fiery  drocks  und  tyfel-snake 
A  scootin  troo  de  air  tid  preak. 

But  Kass  he  tidn't  mind  dem  alls, 
But  casted  out  de  pullet  palls  ; 
Six  was  to  go  as  dey  wouldt  like, 
De  sevent  moost  for  de  tyfel  strike. 


47 


At  last  oopon  de  trial  day 
De  gals  coomed  round  so  nice  and  gay ; 
Und  denn  dey  goes  and  makes  a  tanz 
U nd  stinged  apout  de  Jungfernkranz. 

Und  denn  der  Hertshog — dat's  de  Duke — 
Cooms  down  und  dinks  he'll  take  a  look; 
"  Young  mans,"  to  Maxerl  denn  says  lie, 
"  Shoost  shoot  dem  dove  upon  dat  dree  !" 

Denn  Maxerl  pointed  mit  de  bix — 
"Potzblitz  I"  says  he,  "  dat  dove  I'll  fix  !" 
He  fired  his  rifle  at  de  Taub, 
When  Kass  rolled  over  in  de  Staub. 

De  pride  she  failed  too  in  de  dust, 
De  gals  dey  cried — de  men  dey  cussed  : 
De  Hertshog  says,  "It's  fery  clear 
Dat  dere  has  peen  some  tyfels  here ; 

"Und  Max  has  shot,  mit  tjfels-blei. 
Pfu.il — die  vcrfluclite  Ilexerei  ! 

0  Maximilian  !      0  du 

Gehst  nit  mit  rechten  Dine/en  zu  !" 

But  den  a  hermits  coomed  in  late, 
Says  he,  "I'll  fix  dcse  dings  foost-rate." 
Und  telld  de  Hertshog  dat  young  men 
Will  raise  der  tyfel  now  and  denn. 


48 


De  Duke  forgifed  dc  Kaspar  dann 
Und  made  of  him  ein  Yagersmann, 
What  shoots  mit  bixen  gua  and  pfeil, 
Und  talks  apout  de  Waidmannshetl. 

Und  denn  de  pride  she  coomed  to  life, 
Und  cot  to  pc  de  Maxerl's  wife  ; 
Den  all  de  beoples  cried  Hoorah  ! 
Das  ist  recht  brav  !  und  hopsasa  ! 


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